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It's Not the Same	By : FanRan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, DBZ, or DBGT and am making no money off of this fanfiction.

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My head swimming, I could feel my body sway as I tried to grab on to the kitchen counter to keep my balance. I didn’t need to bother though, as dad suddenly wrapped his arms around me and led me over to the living room couch and sat me down. I felt like I was going to throw up, or better yet, have a full blown panic attack.

“Gohan… Gohan! Are you okay, can you hear me?” I could feel the palms of his hands on my face as he turned my head in his direction, my eyes taking a few seconds to regain their focus and notice that his own eyes were frantically searching mine, worry evident as he hoped for a response from me. I nodded my head yes, belatedly realizing that his voice sounded far away, muffled by the increasing pressure in my ears.

“You need to breathe son, deep inhales, alright? Then let them out slowly. Yeah, that’s it, good job,” he murmured as he rubbed my back. Eventually I was able to calm down, but it didn’t keep any of the thoughts that brought on the hysteria at bay at all. I can’t even look at his face right now, preferring to keep my sight on the coffee table in front of us. How could all of this have happened in such a short amount of time? I still haven’t even figured out what all of ‘this’ even means! All I know is that I—no, my body, reacted to the sight of my father like that. My dad. I don’t understand, and honestly, I can’t even remember what I was thinking while watching him.

But, let’s just say, hypothetically speaking, that it wasn’t my dad, but any other man on the planet, not related to me, my reaction was natural reaction, right? The smell and sounds… I mean, who wouldn’t?

Yeah, especially coming from a body as beautiful as his.

My eyes grew impossibly wide at that thought, causing my dad to question if I was okay all over again, and for me to grow angry. His concern was definitely now what I need right now, what I need is to sort out my thoughts, and having him out of all people cloud them is making an already fucked up situation much worse.

“STOP!” I almost jump at his unexpected yell, giving him a stare almost as wide eyed as the one that earlier thought produced. He was glaring at me, fists clenching as though he was willing himself to relax. “Just, stop. You’re driving yourself crazy over nothing—

“Nothing?! I—“ I cut myself off this time, not sure on what I’d planning to say, but knowing there was no way I was about to explain the source off my frustration.

“You what, Gohan?” He asks after waiting a few seconds to see if I’d finish. He leans in closer to me as he places his elbows on his knees. “What could have you this worked up, huh? I’ve only ever seen you like this when facing an insanely powerful opponent; your reaction to watching me is—

“But that’s just it dad!” I yell as I cut him off once again, standing up to pace in the small space before us. “ I didn’t just see you, I stood there and watched. I watched and it’s not like it was a matter of being so shocked that I couldn’t look away, the thought didn’t even cross my mind! And as if that wasn’t bad enough, I… I… ARGH!” I suddenly growled out, pulling on the hair on the sides of my head as though that could get the thoughts to go away or at the very least have the pain distract me enough to not think them.

I’d turned away from my dad in my frustration, but could now hear him get up off the couch to stand behind me. “Tell me Gohan, please. For your sake more than anything, you’re driving yourself insane… why was watching me such a big deal?” he questioned, placing his hands on my shoulders to turn me around and have me facing him. It was moments like these, where we were only inches apart from each other, that I noted I’ve grown taller than him. Not by much, a whopping two inches, but it’s strange having to look down at the person you’ve both literally and metaphorically looked up to your entire life. Looking back, dad has always been there for me. Even when he wasn’t there physically, his spirit was always present; guiding me through situations I thought I’d never get out of. I know I can trust him, but how do you tell your father that he… turned you on? What would even happen if I did? And I don’t even know if it’s him that actually turned me on, or if it was what he was doing.

Closing my eyes, I reached up and placed my hands over his, leaning my head a bit forward until our foreheads were touching. “Dad,” I started, my voice a bit hoarse from my yells earlier, “I need some time to sort this out. I don’t really understand what’s going on, but I can tell you that my feelings are pretty messed up right now. I’m scared dad; I don’t know what’s going to happen.” I whispered as my hold on his hands tightened.

“Please, Gohan, let me help you. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what it is that’s got you scared.” He pleaded as he removed his hands from my hold to embrace me. “You know that no matter what it is, I’ll be there for you to help you fix all of this.” He reassured, his lips softly brushing my ears while doing so. I felt my face grow hot as my heart rate sped up. Dad must have felt it because he started holding me tighter, using one of his arms to hug me around my waist, while he threaded his fingers into my hair with the other, lowering my head so that I’d be forced to bury my nose onto his neck, making it impossible for me to miss his scent. The gi that I’d asked him to put on had helped mask the smell of sex all over him, but right here on his bare skin, I could almost taste it. The erection that I didn’t realize had gone away when he showed up behind me and first questioned me was suddenly back, with a vengeance. I couldn’t control myself, I pulled him to me as tight as I could, grinding my erection into his groin as I deeply inhaled all along his neck up to his jaw, growling as my mouth watered and went after what it craved the most.

The instant I licked his skin, I knew there was no going back, I felt drunk off of his taste. The way he whimpered as I sucked on his earlobe and kissed my way back down surged something primal within me, and with one of his collar bones in plain sight, I bit down. He gasped at the action, the hand that was still in my hair gripping tight. For a second I thought I’d hurt him, but the erection grinding against mine told me otherwise. I bit down again, sucking on the skin as I pulled away. Looking up at his face, I’m met with the same enticing sight that I walked in on earlier, his eyes closed, cheeks stained red and lips parted as he gasped for air. I wonder if he’s sensitive to touch, or if it’s the fact that I’m the one touching him this way that’s making him react this way. Could he feel as intensely as I do at the moment?

Suddenly I recall the words he’d related earlier: ‘Now don’t lie to me son, are you upset because of what you saw when you were watching me just a few minutes ago?... You’re practically screaming it in your thoughts, Gohan. You watched me earlier, didn’t you?’ My eyes widen as I pull back from him a bit, causing him to open his eyes. “Why…why did you…?” he pants, confusion barely registering across his face through the obvious arousal having overtaken his features.

“What, why did I do that, or why did I stop?” I ask, quirking a brow at him as I pull him closer. “Yes.” he breathes as he runs his hands down my back. Enjoying the feel of his touch, I lean my head on his shoulder as I answer. “I couldn’t help it. The thought of having you under me moaning the same way you were on that bed was driving me crazy… but you already knew that didn’t you?” I mutter as I rub a hand down his chest, gripping onto the sash holding his gi pants up. I feel him stiffen before trying to pull away from me.

“What? What’s wrong? “I demand, panicking. I’d just let go of all my fears and finally gave in to what my body wanted and he was going to take it away, just like that? He’s the reason we’re even in this situation in the first place! He was the one demanding answers before and now when I’m the one—

Feeling his hand grip the one I had on his sash, I look up at his face, noticing no trace of anger, disgust or, what I feared most, regret. “I was just going to sit us on the couch,” he says, giving kissing me on the cheek and causing me to blush. Despite what I’d done to him just moments ago, his kiss was more reminiscent of an act shared between a couple, rather than… lovers. “I do know how you feel Gohan. At first, I hadn’t understood why I was reading such a strong sense of lust coming from you, especially when it was being directed at me, until I had wanted to see if your hand was injured in the car and grabbed it. At that moment, in your panic, to what I now know was your attempt at not letting me see your erection, you let your guard down and let me see your memories, but more importantly, your conflicting thoughts. It was obvious your body enjoyed what it’d seen, but your mind kept hounding you on how wrong it all was” he explained. Tilting his head he motions over to the couch and we both sit down. He looks me over before pulling me over towards him and laying me down on top of him.

“And you don’t think this is wrong?” I question as I look down at him. I receive a smile in response before I feel his lips cover mine and give me a soft kiss. “Your thoughts excited me more than anything Gohan. I’d never thought of you in that manner, but at seeing what you’d already fantasized about in that short amount of time, I couldn’t imagine why I hadn’t. You’re my son, I get that. But that doesn’t change how we feel… does it?” he asks, searching my eyes for an answer. I decide to try out his method and respond with a kiss of my own, which quickly turns heated as he slips his tongue in my mouth. His hands run down my back and I feel him grab my ass. I moan at the contact and grind my pelvis into his, feeling our erections rub together. I shiver and pull away from his lips to try and catch my breath. I pull myself up and straddle his hips.

Looking down at him, I take a few seconds absorb it all in. His lips are a beautiful burgundy color, bruised from the kiss we just shared. Without any thought, I reach up and run my thumb across them, surprised to feel him suddenly suck it into his mouth as he stares at me through lidded eyes. “Fuck... “I moaned, to which he just reacted to by sucking harder, his eyes giving away his amusement. Growling at him, I pull my thumb out of his mouth and lean down to whisper harshly, “You’re very good at that, you know.”

Chuckling, he runs his hands up and down my forearms. “I’ve never actually done anything like that… I want to try with you though.” he emphasized; looking into my eyes as he slowly makes his way to the collar on my shirt and begins to undo the top buttons.

A/N: Sorry about the cliffhanger! I didn't initially plan to end the chapter there, but I got some ideas for the next chapter that had me want to cut it short. Thank you so much for the lovely reviews, both Macha and The Horseman of death! I've been worried about keeping Goku and Gohan in character in an encounter like this, I hope this chapter didn't disappoint! Thank you very much for reading :)
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